The Tuesday night market was equally loud as it was quiet depending on how often you had been. For someone's first time it could be quite overwhelming: the bustling crowd, the yelling of vendors, the rustling of bags as produce is packaged, and aunties having conversations with drinks in hand on the curbside. It was always just adults. The market was on a school night and it wasn't always the safest place, so many parents wouldn't let their kids attend and would take it as an opportunity to get out of the house on their own. A particular pro hero was walking down the street that the market was set up along. He didn't usually attend, but it had been a quiet night in the rest of Masutafu and crowded spots like these are always bound to hide some sort of illegal activity. He was not too far off with that assumption either. You were somewhere in the crowd keeping your head down..